Why is it that I clearly love my child, but I have no patience to accompany him, and sometimes I even get angry with him? Because a childhood without gentle care will unconsciously repeat the parenting patterns you experienced at your most frustrating times. But the deepest helplessness is the emptiness after losing your temper. Seeing the frightened look in your child's eyes, you realize you have become the very person you hated the most. You feel a thousand regrets in your heart, but the exhaustion, pressure of life, and drained energy always bring you back to your original self in the next moment. No one has ever taught us how to love when we are utterly exhausted. Every time I scold you, I secretly kiss your forehead at night, then grit my teeth and clumsily learn how to become the kind of adult we needed when we were children tomorrow.